canary in cage

By the time Isri returned to the room, Cehir had already fallen asleep, and the quilt on her body was half-opened and hadn't been pulled up yet.

Seeing the people on the bed heaving and falling due to breathing, Isri just wanted to stretch out his hand, but was stunned in the air for a second, and finally pulled the edge of the quilt to cover Cecil.

Since the drowsiness began, Cehir's words became even less than before, and he didn't even want to say "um" before.

It has been raining heavily for the past few days, making the whole house a little damp, and the fireplace that has not been lit for a long time has been rekindled.

After all, after sleeping for several days, Isri finally took the opportunity when Cecil was awake and asked.

"What do you want to eat today?"

Cecil raised his head in confusion, his eyelids trembled, and he opened his mouth after a long time of sleepiness: "Whatever."

Seeing that Cehir didn't say much, Isri nodded and prepared to close the door and go out.

"Wait..." Cecil finally stopped Isri.

A light flashed in Isri's eyes, and he walked up to Cehir: "What's the matter, young master?"

Cecil glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and opened his lips: "Take me to take a shower."

Isri was thinking of stepping forward to grab Cehir's leg, but in the middle of the movement, Isri stopped on the spot with a sullen face, a little at a loss.

"Hold it." Cecil raised his head and opened his mouth to spit out two words.

After receiving the instruction, Isri hurried forward, looking a little anxious, but his movements were extremely gentle.

It was still the familiar countertop, the mirror in front of him was still clean, Esri was adjusting the hot water, and the quiet bathroom seemed to make the heart beat faster.

Cecil looked at the person in the mirror and turned his head sideways. His voice cut through the nerves in his brain like a sharp knife in the empty bathroom.

"Isri...do you still have to deal with me like this?"

Immediately, the thing in Isri's hand fell to the ground, making the sound of porcelain colliding.

Cecil turned his head to the side and laughed under his breath: "This is the first time you have been so reckless."

"Sorry...young master." Isri lowered his head and quickly picked up the things on the ground.

"Master, do you want to wash it yourself?" Isri asked, putting the things in his hands aside.

"No, you can help me."

"it is good."

Isri twitched his brows slightly, and pulled his sleeves up a bit. When he touched Cehir, Isri trembled more than Cehir.

Hot water flooded his body, and the water marks covered the unsightly bruises on his body, concealing the source of all these crimes.

Cecil didn't lean on the bathtub, instead, he leaned directly on Isri's arm according to the strength.

Isri's movements subconsciously froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, straightening his back and slowly scooping hot water on Cecil's body.

Within a few minutes, his back was already drenched with fine sweat. At first, Cehir kept his eyes half open, looking at Isri, but within a few seconds, his eyes began to drowsy again.

"Master, what do you want to eat later?" Isri asked with his head lowered and his mouth opened.

Seeing that Cecil didn't respond, he raised his head and looked over, but he fell asleep lying on his arms.

Unprepared, he fell asleep naturally like this. Isri's heart beat violently, and he gently wet Cehir's hair with hot water.

By the end, Cecil had already fallen asleep soundly, breathing evenly while leaning on his shoulder.

It has been raining outside for a day and a night, and it hasn't stopped until now.

Isri added an extra layer of quilt to Cecil, and stood by the bed for a long time before closing the door reluctantly and going out.

It was another whole day, and Cehir didn't open his eyes after falling asleep. Isli came in several times and called a few times, but Cehir still didn't move.

Cecil woke up again in the early morning of the next day, awakened by the sound of raindrops outside.

The ceiling above his head looked even more blurred, as if a layer of gauze was covered in front of his eyes, Cehir breathed calmly, lifted the quilt, and stepped on the ground with bare feet.

Opening the window, the cold wind came in again, and the rain hit the face, soaking some hair.

The cloud pressure outside was very low, and the buildings in the distance were wrapped in fog, making it impossible to distinguish clearly.

Cehir stood motionless by the window, and became dazed again. Fortunately, it was morning, and when Isri opened the door and came in, he saw the window was wide open.

Nervous, Isri hurriedly pulled the clothes from the hanger and ran to Cehir's side to put the clothes on Cehir's body, then turned around and closed the window.

Only at the last second when the lock was locked did Cecil move, looking up at Isri.

Isri took the towel from the dining car, covered Cehir's head, wiped his wet hair, and opened his mouth.

"The fever hasn't healed yet, so the wind will make it worse."

Cehir stood there motionless, only then did Isri notice that Cehir was still barefoot.

Almost subconsciously, Isri squatted down and hugged Cehir.

Stumbling, Cehir grabbed the clothes on Isri's shoulders, and when he sat on the bed, Cehir looked into Isri's eyes and opened his mouth again.

"Well, I see."

Now Cecil is obedient like a doll, Isri's hand holding the towel is tight, and the expression on his face is not very good-looking.

"Today is the day of prayer, do you want to go to church?" Isri looked at Cecil from the side.

"No... I want to rest."

This is the same sentence, Cecil is like a clockwork robot, repeating this sentence every time.

The bruise on the wrist had already lightened a lot, but in Yisli's eyes, that mark was very glaring.

Even though he was cooking what Cecil liked to eat in different ways every day, Cecil still had no expression on his face.

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The window was shut.

Cecil leaned back on the bed, tilted his head, and the room became calm again, only the sound of raindrops outside.

The ring on the hand is already very loose, and the ring will fall off the hand with a slight tilt of the hand.

He wanted to sleep, and wanted to huddle quietly under the quilt all the time, Cehir moved his hand holding the ring.

The rain outside didn't seem to stop, and Cecil's appearance was reflected in the window, and no fluctuations could be seen in those gray-blue eyes.

The faint blue eyes that were like gems are now like defective products, which are disgusting.

The little bird in the cage cuddles in the safe zone he is familiar with all day long, and seems to have developed resistance to the outside world.

It was Easley who won, outright.

The once proud canary had already rotted in the corner of the wall, where no one found it, and the wild roses in full bloom covered the entire skeleton.

Cecil looked at the ring in his hand, whirling lightly.

This is the key of imprisonment that Isri brought to him, and now he is going to return this key.

After all, the rain still hasn't stopped, and it's time to end everything.